Artworks are bohemian
in essence, far removed
from the gallows of insipid living.
Sometimes inane gratifications
crowd in an artist’s mind,
taboo, lust marvels his soul,tedious wrath
huddles with innocent trust.
Together they harvest
intriguing, transforming lines
like religion shaped by liaison
of a devout soul and a drifted body.
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